Iris POV:
"Same as your father"
"How dare you?! ... are you more my daughter"
"Stay here in the cellar until I tell you!"
"Don't make noise !! * slap *"
"Do you think your father will come to save you? How desperate you are!"
"THIS IS ALL YOU DESERVE * kicks and slaps *"
* thunders and lightnings*
"Don't make any sound!"
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I woke up sweating, I was short of breath. I pick up the phone to find out what time it was and I saw that it was 6:35 on Sunday morning, this meant that I had no school and that I could go back to bed but even if I wanted to I could not.
I hate that memory I would like to erase it from my memory, as I would like to erase her.
I decided to take a shower without waking Jiulia who was sleeping peacefully next to me. You probably saw the scene yesterday when there was a storm and now what will I tell you?
I just know that I can't keep it all inside it hurts, very bad.
Skip time
Time to wake up Jiulia! If I was guilty, in the end we didn't even celebrate her birthday well, at least I made him a nice Italian breakfast. I hope you like it.
"Julia it's 9:00 am, wake up ... I made you breakfast ..."
"5 more minutes, please" "well then I'll eat breakfast, you know with freshly made croissants, cappuccino made by an Italian ..." I teased her "I'm already on my feet" I got up so quickly that she fell to the ground from haste. This girl would do anything for food.
She had just finished eating when she asked me the question that I feared and expected so much, but in a way I knew that I would have lifted a weight.
"Iris, I know that maybe not .... what happened yesterday .... what I mean is that you can trust me ... you are my best friend, you are like a sister to me if you don't feel like it it doesn't matter you will tell me when you are ready. " She was panicking she didn't know how to behave.
"Quiet Julia, I trust you it's just that it's a long story, I don't know if you'll believe me and I'm afraid you'll think I'm d-"
"I would never dare, and then if I ever do I allow you to take off all the sweets I have at home! Come on, tell me I'm here for you."
We sat down on the sofa and I began to tell her everything, absolutely everything, even the trauma I had.
"You know how I already mentioned my parents haven't had a good relationship since I was born or at least that's what my sister told me and what my mother made me understand. As you can imagine from yesterday's message from I have never been her favorite of my mother, indeed if I have to be honest she has never treated me as her daughter, but rather as a disgrace.
One day my father gave me some money to buy me something, it was my birthday I was 7 but when my mother found out she took it from me and put me in punishment. That same evening my father found out about it and I quarrel with my mother, enough to make him stay out of the house for a week or more.
My mom was so furious that she started taking her anger out on me by starting to poke me. Enough to lock me in the cellar for days without food, then one day she came home very angry I did not even know what day it was it was almost all dark in that cellar if it were not for a small small window.
I don't know what happened to him but she started insulting me, beating me, hurting me I couldn't take it anymore, I hadn't eaten for days and she was more furious than ever.
Then I start to thunder loud so loud, it was all dark except for the lightning, by mistake I let out a scream and my mother got even more angry enough to do this to me. "I showed him a scar on my hand" I had never noticed it, how but why? "" Just looking at her reminds me of the moment when the fact and the pain, so I always cover her with makeup ... "
"I stayed all night crying all night crying while outside thundered and my hand was bleeding and ..." I could not finish the sentence I felt a tear fall on my cheeks, I met Julia's gaze. She didn't say anything she just hugged me.
"Iris, I don't know what to tell you ... I'm here now ..." as soon as I heard those words I started crying on her shoulder ...
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Teen FictionSixteen-year-old Iris moved from Italy to Korea alone due to her family situation. She was always her dream of her but she didn't know what she would go up against in a different country, in a different continent and with a different language. Fee...
